If I'm like Moonlight looking down on my world of green then you can be The Sun My dim silver haze could never amount to your shine To your bright and sunny rays If there's a purpose to my night could it be to balance our your light? Like two sides of one heart… Continue reading Poem: Without You, I’m Colorblind
She cut me cut me like diamonds She strung me strung me through a gold chain And around her neck she wore me night and day All night and day Night to day My heart shattered and sent thunder through the night Every tear that I cried rained into the sky Every drop of my… Continue reading Red was the Night #Poetry
The Art of Imperfection The word for this week is... Wabi-Sabi (n.) Japanese: At its heart, wabi-sabi is a way of viewing the world which encourages the acceptance of finding beauty in imperfections and making the most out of life. Wabi-sabi is "a way of life that appreciates and accepts complexity while at the same… Continue reading Word of the Week Wednesday: Wabi-Sabi
Murder Me Murder me Murder me dead so I may finally know what it's like to live "Live life for the moment, because everything else is uncertain." -Louis Tomlinson Swallow my voice Eat it whole so that I can't make noise or speak with a soul Maybe then I'll know the definition of alone of… Continue reading Poem: Murder Me
You She who sings with giggles even as skies shatter Like a Blue jay turned red from the flames it sits in You The girl who haunts my dreams with bittersweet symphonies A lie that I'd die to bring to life Don't wake me. Hey You you oh you I'm sorry if I stare, but I'd… Continue reading Poem: YOU
Skin like a canvas of white Upon which, my heartbeat I'll write With the blood I bleed through our years of pain I'll take the tears that stream and use their colors to paint We're walking to the rhythm of a broken heartbeat Still we dance anyway Dancing in the rain until the floods wash… Continue reading Broken Heartbeat | Poem
Hello fellow bloggers, readers:This isn't a feel good post--one which ventures out in search of likes and new followers. It's a reality post--the kind some will stop reading because it offers to shed a light onto something they've pushed to the dark. In this post, I'd like to revisit a topic that I've previously written… Continue reading Not Ready to Die
I'm a whisper in the wind a trickle in the sea Something that could've been a long forgotten dream I'm a blank name tag To you, another face For me, you're what I'll never have Something I'll never taste You pass by me everyday and never even glance my way In my head, a whirlwind… Continue reading Poem: Does She Know?
Dating can suck. I suppose for some of us more than others... I've never really been into dating. When I hit my teenage years and moved states, I became a recluse, rarely bothering with relationships of any sort. They faded at an increasingly rapid pace as I got older, and eventually, not having a girlfriend… Continue reading Dating Sucks.
I sip and I sip from you my forbidden my delicious my tasty treat But your insides are just as cold as they are sweet the more I drink the colder you make me and now I seem to be stricken with a neverending brainfreeze Still, I indulge From you, I cannot pull Still, I… Continue reading Brainfreeze